Chapter 103 The Night of Klein Justus: I Bet You Only Have One Heart (Extra 2)

When Klein heard these two names, veins popped out on his hands.

"What are they doing here?"

The sound in the sewer became lower and lower, and the roar of the blizzard prevented the sound from traveling more than three meters away.

"It happened yesterday afternoon. You know, many people were injured. What's more, the injuries couldn't be healed... so everyone was panicking."

Klein tried his best to put the cake on his knees to protect it from getting soaked.

"How are your casualties?"

The sound in the sewer was a little sad.

"It's too bad, Klein. The injured clan members were fine at first, until everyone discovered that the wounds would not heal, and everything went into chaos."

"My people are not afraid of death, but it is not easy to watch blood flowing out of one's body and wait quietly for death."

"Some people died of blood loss, Klein. They were originally alive and strong. They could eat eight bowls of rice in one meal..."

The voice coming from the sewer was filled with sobs.

"But now, they have become a pile of rotten meat..."

Klein whispered: "Did the hunters and violent spirits on Birmingham Street come here for this reason?"

The voice in the sewer responded affirmatively: "Yes, I don't know where the news came from, saying that a certain woman's blood can heal the wounds caused by the terrifying ninja."

"William Adams' astrological computer gave several coordinates, one of which was on Birmingham Street."

Klein thought thoughtfully: "What kind of violent spirit is coming this time?"

The guy in the sewer had obviously already gathered some information and immediately replied: "It's [Dust Spirit], the same murderer as the last large-scale pneumoconiosis case in the industrial area."

Klein's face was stiff: "Did the William Adams family violate the [No-War Pact] again..."

The voice in the sewer was filled with fear: "It doesn't count...that [Dust Spirit] didn't hurt anyone this time."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

Artificial extraordinary creatures like the Raging Spirit usually have a strong purpose when walking in the mortal world——

They are extraordinary life forms composed of computer programs. If the programs that construct them contain the instruction "Do not harm others", they will never harm ordinary people.

Entering the "Dust Spirit" on Birmingham Street, if it didn't hurt anyone at the beginning, it means that it probably has the programming instruction "Don't hurt anyone".

"Where is that hunter? Which hunter is he from?" Klein asked again.

A disgusted voice came from the sewer mouth: "It's the damn beast hunter! This time it's a beast hunter who has received a booster injection of lycanthropy virus. That guy must be able to smell my breath. I can only watch from a distance."

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Klein nodded: "I understand."

He stood up and carefully lifted the cake so that it would not get soaked by the melting snow on the ground.

The being in the sewer watched him stand up, and his voice suddenly became panicked:

"Klein, what are you going to do?"

Klein took out a black revolver from his arms.

It was a small revolver that was standard for the Imperial Police. The model was the Ruger GP100 Magnum. It weighed only 1 kilogram. The entire gun was not as big as one of Klein's hands, but its effective range could even exceed fifty meters.

He raised the hammer of the Ruger GP100 and whispered: "[Dust Spirit] will not hurt anyone, but the same cannot be said for the beast hunter. That crazy guy could lose control at any time. I want to ensure that the neighborhood is absolutely safe."

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He took one last look at the sewer entrance: "Crocker, I remember you once told me that a beast hunter with a lycanthropic virus booster shot cannot resist mercury bullets."

The voice in the sewer was a little impatient: "Although this is true, they are not afraid of risking their lives! They can still survive if they are hit by a bullet, but you will be dead if you are hit by a bullet!"

Klein's eyes were already looking through the wind and snow into the neighborhoods of Birmingham Street.

He raised the brim of his hat: "Isn't that what you most want to see?"

There was suddenly no sound in the sewer.

It wasn't until he took two steps that a voice came from the sewer: "By the way, Klein..."

Klein stood still and frowned: "Huh?"

The voice in the sewer warned: "I just didn't use my vocal cords to speak."

Klein's expression froze.

The emotion hidden in the voice in the sewer was either ridicule or sympathy: "But you still heard my words...you know what this means."

A slight tremor came from Klein's body for a moment: "Am I going to grow an intracranial eye..."

The voice in the sewer became even lower: "That will be a matter of time, you know, as long as you come into contact with the extraordinary... it will be a matter of time."

Klein calmed down his emotions and stopped talking. Holding the cake in his left hand and the revolver in his right hand, he stepped into the windy and snowy Birmingham neighborhood.

It's getting very late, but it's still not time for the street lights to turn on.

It was already 6:50 in the evening, past the end of get off work time for most people in the Birmingham neighborhood. Everyone had planned to go home early to enjoy the fireplace in this weather, which resulted in the streets being deserted at this time.

At a certain corner of the street, Klein smelled the smell of sweat tainted with the smell of blood.

This weird smell is simply indescribable. He once heard Croc Daimen say that beast hunters are different from other hunters. They use [Lyphin Virus Booster Shot] to gain themselves the power of beasts.

The price paid for this is to have some of the physiological characteristics of beasts - these hunters named after beasts will have the strong body odor of beasts.

Correspondingly, they will also have the sensitive hearing and smell of beasts.

So Klein knew that from the moment he entered the Birmingham neighborhood, he had been discovered by the beast hunter.

He didn't want to hide himself.

The low growl came from behind him.

An inhuman shadow jumped out from behind a snow-covered pine tree. It was three times bigger than him, and its slender arms were taller than his entire body.

He was not afraid, but unexpectedly ran into its arms.

The next moment the impact occurred, the attack that was enough to tear him in half fell behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the force generated by the impact caused its body to tilt.

It was aware of the danger, but the huge inertia made it unable to stop its body from jumping forward - he successfully crashed into its arms, and the muzzle of the Ruger GP100 Magnum was pressed against the lower left side of the middle of its chest.

"I bet you only have one heart."

He spoke, followed by a thunderous explosion.

It lost strength in the next moment, fell to its knees, and fell at his feet.

But it just lost its strength. The powerful vitality brought by the [Legendary Virus Booster Shot] meant that even if it lost its heart, it would not die immediately.

Klein once again raised the hammer of the Ruger GP100 Magnum, placed it on the back of its head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Blood burst all over the ground, and the traces were quickly covered by the blizzard.

The huge beast fell to the ground, its fur began to degenerate due to death, and its body also shrunk. Until a moment later, only a man's body was left on the ground, which was about to be buried by heavy snow.

Klein doesn't have time to deal with this body yet.

He bent down to pick up a handful of snow, wiped the blood on the front of his leather windbreaker, and walked quickly into the Birmingham neighborhood.

When he arrived at the door of his house, he stuck the revolver in the gun bag on his waist, patted his frozen face hard, and made a happy expression.

A sincere, happy expression.

He knocked on the door and it was opened immediately.

"dad!"

The little boy holding the toy rushed forward, ignoring the wind and snow behind him.

With a warm, not stiff, natural smile on his face, Klein patted the boy's head: "Did you pay attention to the class today?"

The boy stood up straight and said loudly: "I am paying special attention to the class today!"

Klein took out the cake that was held behind his back and held in his left hand: "You're so good, dad celebrates your tenth birthday today!"

The boy happily gave him a hug, as if he wanted to hug the whole world.

He carried the boy and entered the door. Behind the door were his family members who had been waiting for him. They had already prepared dinner and were waiting to take care of him after a hard day's work.

Klein entered the door and closed it, as if all the wind, snow and danger were blocked out.
Chapter completed!